The Balloon Moon Poem I’m training my balloon To fly to the moon. It’s so fuzzy and round And profound And bound never to pound the ground on a mound, like Yoshi, So it won’t make a sound like a hound in a pound. My balloon is shy, but is flying high into the sky and will defy Gravity as it says ‘goodbye’, so don’t deny my Balloon’s ability to fly high, like this guy who was wearing a tie did, For he said a lie and I used a pie made of rye to cream his thigh And made him cry as it dyed his pants yellow. I let out a sigh for my balloon won’t die until It reaches the moon at noon, in the sky. My balloon’s almost to the moon, where it will meet the dish and the spoon. It will get there soon, hopefully by noon. So tune in you silly buffoon and watch my balloon Land in a sand dune on the moon like A cartoon in the middle of a typhoon. This landing by my balloon so yellow Will make the world mellow as it bellows ‘hello’ As loud as a cello played by a fellow named Punchinello, from Super Mario RPG. So prepare a bowl of Jell-O for my balloon so yellow As it makes the first ballooner landing on the stello moon. ~This poem was dedicated to my fuzzy cute little yellow balloon.~